Yara
Yara
No matter who you are, friends
I remember Priya's charm, my friend
Don't get in the eye with a razor, dude
Don't get wounded except for love, yara
The city of my heart is a desert, without you my friend
Will you come with me in the spring of friendship, yara?
It is always a wish in my heart
With me, give and boil, my friend
Copyright © Sam Keshavarz Amandi | Year Posted 2023
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